Saturday, December 27, 2008

belated Christmas favorites

Christmas wrapping from The Waitresses

Here's one for TJ

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Bonanza








Been watching Bonanza again recently. First off, I love the show. As corny as DeAnne thought it was, I liked the messages and the fact that it took place in parts I've once roamed -- namely Tahoe and the Eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevadas.



But more than that, I'm coming to laugh at how life imitates art.
It's me and my three boys, each one looking a little and acting a lot like the Cartwright boys.


First, there's Ben, the father. Just out to make it in the world, poor Ben never seems to be able to pin love down. So, instead, he settles for building an empire for himself and his sons. Maybe it's not a bad idea.







Then there's Adam, the smart, tough-to-crack oldest son. Brady is a lot like Adam. He's smart, a bit of a loner and always seem to be above the fray.





Next, there's Hoss, the loveable galoot who can kick ass and take names, but is a huge softy inside. That describes Tanner to a TJ.


Finally, there's Little Joe, the fiesty little brother who gets in his share of trouble fighting for what's right and fighting for the babes. While it remains to be seen if Nolan's as much as a ladies man, he certainly is going to be a mean, ornery cuss, what with his two big brothers telling him what to do.




























It's funny

how DeAnne wanted to meet my mom for the nearly eight months we were dating. Now, mom is making a special trip to Redding, probably her last, and we are no longer together.
I looked forward to my mom meeting the someone I thought would grow old with me and my boys. I looked forward to getting the "Mom Seal of Approval."
Now, I'm alone. Showing off only my house and back to making lemonade.

When??????

When?

It is the question that haunts me, that plagues me, that defines me.

When is it my turn for love?

When is it my time to be happy?

When do the good times start?

When do I just give up trying for love?

When do I chuck it all and run away?

When does all the bullshit cease?

When can I get the answers to all the questions I have?

When is it time to move on?

When will mom die and I finally be really alone?